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The Silent Tears I CryA Book by Fallen AngelMarly is a fourteen year old girl living in an urban area dealing with physical and emotional abuse. Kids tease her and call her names. They push and .. |
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She has to let goA Poem by EternoSolA woman waits for her lover to finally commit to her after years of struggle to eventually find out that he has been cheating on her all along... |
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Broken AnnotationsA Poem by Emma Marie TaylorHer mind is the motiveand her thoughts are the knifeFor her heart is a whirlwindAnd the silence, her lifeThe sounds just keep going... .. |
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A Candy Vietnam VillageA Poem by Alfred KukitzA day in the war |
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Survivor.A Chapter by Prabha SalimathLife seems to be very hard but she knows to manage it with great patience. |
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EternityA Poem by K.A. WoodStruggling silent whispering, my repulsive lust for yesterday. Luscious diamonds devour iron emotion ravenous for bitter blood. Black t.. |
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Fell in Love AgainA Poem by Md. Ziaul HaqueI didn’t know why, Her beauty, expression and all, Dragged me with a silent call, I let her know about my feelings; I didn’t .. |
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AwareA Poem by mackenzi_drewstillnessevery living breathjust floatingweightlessbreathing freely hearing every soundin the silentdeep waterlungs fill with airrejuvenating meeyes r.. |
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CoagulationA Poem by Rudi J.P. LejaeghereWriting about a writer's block is better than not writing at all. Charles Bukowski |
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Camera ObscuraA Poem by Rudi J.P. LejaeghereA 'scream' is always just that - a noise and not music. Carl Jung |
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MuteA Poem by Lenah MehzabinAll the best words are written in pain But still Inside the palace of thousand words Not a single coach...Touched th.. |
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Silent NightA Story by Jackson RobertsA broken marshal and his deputy find each other on Christmas Eve. |
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PeachesA Poem by Robert RonnowWherever peaches grow I go and pick 'em.When they get ripe I try and swipe 'em.The farmer runs out with a shotgun and wonders where's the varmint gone.. |
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Birding by EarA Poem by Robert RonnowThe poem requires a mindthat finds meaning, even divination,in language. Non-fiction,up to academic standards, demandsevidence. Nothing less will do.M.. |
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Crows, bluejays and pigeonsA Poem by Robert RonnowCrows, bluejays and pigeonstalk this morning. Closest we cometo wilderness here. Autos screechand sirens scream. Only 7 a.m.My fat belly and possible .. |
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The ListenerA Poem by Robert RonnowNew York City is where people who aredisappearing go. It is very quiethere, silent. A man and womanmade love below me. I could hearthe bedsprings ring.. |
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Bone MusicA Poem by Robert Ronnow1Last night dinnerwith four couplespoints out the difficulties in living togetherand apart. Even theson of a wealthy doctor, disdainful ofineb.. |
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Philosophy of PovertyA Poem by anon513Done to a lighter style of Allen Ginsberg (opening lines as well), with the style and choppiness, uneven pace that shines through the poem. It's about.. |
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